Words Recalled

Fresh on my lips, as was the memory That hit me in the dawn of the day Lingering in an open space Yet unnoticed was the page In which flickered in bright volumes Of speech and attention Were those words recalled Recalled in a manner of expect and believe In which worlds were laid down for me to carry No! No! Do not send me a boat for this river Nor a cable for this mountain Let me expect consequence of consequences I shall fall just to land And may I willing receive a second chance Please bring me the benefit of the doubt Of words recalled

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